It's been a while since I went on a rant. I'm going to do it now. Music… there are a lot of people who are listening to some of the fucking worst music out there. Brand New can eat the brand new shit I just took. If you listen to this band, you're a fucking joke. They don't have a single song worth listening to. Say Anything? I have nothing to say about them because they're that fucking terrible. You can tell how shitty a band is going sound just by the fucking title. The Get Up Kid's can get up and the fuck out of here. Honestly. Thursday? It's fucking Friday. Why the fuck would you name a band after a fucking day? Further Seem's Forever? Your band must be terrible if you're relating it to something infinite. As in infinitely gay. Most of the emo bands out there have members who are in their fucking 30's and beyond singing lyrics that junior high girls relate to. Awesome. Talk about creepy.

Emo is fucking gay. It's okay to be sensitive. It's okay to be shy. It's okay to be sad or depressed. It's okay to miss a girl. But fucking come on. There has never been a day in my life that I thought about killing myself over a fucking girl. No one has gotten to me like that. And I sure as shit have never thought about hurting myself to gain attention. If I'm going to hurt myself, it's going to be because I am obliterated beyond belief. It's most likely going to be a drunken or fucked up mistake. It's not going to be something I did on purpose to show off to everyone. I will most likely regret whatever I have done to hurt myself in the morning. And tight girls jeans? You're not fucking Mick Jagger. You are never going to get laid as much as that man did. You're a little bitch who comes from a middle class family who has nothing to be bitching about. You're a little fucking fag. Paint your nails some more. Get some piercings on your acne ridden face. Comb your hair and have it dyed. Lets all get some Converse shoes because you know our fathers loved them so much. They have to be the most uncomfortable piece of shit shoes out there.

I'll be the first to admit, I blow dry my hair every day. I blow dry my hair to dry it. I can't stand having wet hair. I don't like walking around with wet hair. I blow dry my hair so I can keep it out of my eyes. That's not emo.

There's a lot more to life than listening to someone complain about being depressed. I don't want to hear anyone talk about being depressed. I don't want to hear you fucking bitch about your life. I don't want to hear my friends do it, why would I want to listen to someone sing it instead?

If I ever have kids, they won't be dressing that way. They won't be listening to that fucking horrid ass music. I don't care how many people follow that shit, it's never going to be cool in my books. That music can fuck off. The people that dress that way can fuck off too.

And yes, I just complained about emo little fucks. Walk to the dark side you emo fucks. The darker side. Wearing black and painting your nails isn't the dark side.

If I somehow offended you, please stick your finger up my ass and suck my dick. If you email me, I'll send you a fucking razor blade so you can slit your wrists. And please, up and down, up and down. Not side to side you fucking pussy.